On some memories
In my first year of high school I basically took ideas for an art and elocution class from others, and my classmates got a bit angry about it.
But in my second year of high school, I gave a pretty good in-class speech analyzing Aldous Huxley’s Brave New World novel, and many of my classmates seemed to have basically copied me, maybe as retribution.
Is imitation the sincerest form of compliment, or is it plagiarism?